Alfred gazed about the room. "My God!" he exclaimed; then he
turned to Jimmy who was still in the custody of the second
officer: "If I'm not a father, what am I?"
"I'd hate to tell you," was Jimmy's unsympathetic reply, and in
utter dejection Alfred sank on the foot of the bed and buried his
head in his hands.
"What shall I do with this one, sir?" asked the officer,
undecided as to Jimmy's exact standing in the household.
"Shoot him, for all I care," groaned Alfred, and he rocked to and
fro.
"How ungrateful!" exclaimed Aggie, then she signalled to the
officer to go.
"No more of your funny business," said the officer with a parting
nod at Jimmy and a vindictive light in his eyes when he
remembered the bruises that Jimmy had left on his shins.
"Oh, Jimmy!" said Aggie sympathetically, and she pressed her hot
face against his round apoplectic cheek. "You poor dear! And
after all you have done for us!"
"Yes," sneered Zoie, having regained sufficient strength to
stagger to her feet, "he's done a lot, hasn't he?" And then
forgetting that her original adventure with Jimmy which had
brought about such disastrous results was still unknown to Aggie
and Alfred, she concluded bitterly, "All this would never have
happened, if it hadn't been for Jimmy and his horrid old
luncheon."
Jimmy was startled. This was too much, and just as he had seemed
to be well out of complications for the remainder of his no doubt
short life.
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